A fierce, curly-haired man with a scarred face speaks with deep emotion, tears in his eyes. "I HAVE SEEN WHAT PEACE LOOKS LIKE... THANK YOU, ODEN." Nearby, another retainer adds, "WELL, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME..." A voice questions, "...I... IS SOMETHING WRONG, ASHURAI" Ashura, the stern daimyo figure with sharp features and dark hair, replies firmly, "I WOULD RATHER NOT HAVE SOME UPTIGHT OFFICIALS FOLLOWING ME..." The group erupts in protest as one shouts, "...ALTHOUGH, NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT... A DAIMYO REQUIRES RETAINERS!!!" Ashura cuts them off with a scowl, "ENOUGH WITH THE SAPPY TALK!!" He points dramatically at the rough band of warriors and declares, "YOU CAN BE MY SAMURAI!!! SO YOU GUYS WILL DO!!" The assembled men react with shock, sweat, and wide eyes, some looking uncertain while others appear moved by the offer.